Post season 9, since I just watched the finale the other day and I must say I'd like to blow Ms. Warren up in some sort of explosion. Oh wait, did an explosion already. Man she is annoying and yet other petite intern with a ponytail for Sweets to bang as an indicator that he's wild in bed. Gosh that reminds me of another annoying petite intern with a ponytail and an active sexual storyline, how original. Yeah she's gonna have to get killed off in a story line of mine...

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In the words of my own mother, "There is something wrong with you." Why yes there is but it leads to creative writing. Enjoy!

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The Bank in the Heist

By ASC

"Hey Sweets, where are you at?" Booth asked a little too loud in Sweets ear. He turned the phone volume down.

"Stuck in traffic, why what's up?" Sweets asked staring at the line of cars ahead.

"I need you to question the suspect with me."

"On the Reynolds case with the two bodies found in the RV?" Sweets asked surprised he was being included. "I thought Dr. Brennan would be going with you on that."

"Well she would but she's far more interested in the remains she found in some blah blah blah." Booth said with an irritation in his tone. Sweets repressed the urge to want to talk to him about it.

"Sure, I'm on my way." Sweets said glad to see that traffic was moving. He wondered why he had decided to come this way, seemed like a good reason at the time.

"Okay, hurry Sweets, this guy is like three hours outside DC and I don't want to spend my evening in the car with you there and back okay? I mean, no offense."

"None taken." Sweets said dryly as Booth's tone had just suggested that may have been the worst thing in the world.

Sweets hung up the phone and set it in the seat next to him and saw the reminder of why he had come this way, his papers for the bank, ones that had to be there today. If this place was three hours of town, six there and back, plus time to interview, Sweets figured he wouldn't be back before closing, and as per the call from the bank representative yesterday, these papers had to be in today.

It'll only take a minute. Sweets told himself as he pulled up to the bank moments later. This had to be done.

Sweets walked in the bank. It was a small, old bank that wasn't a chain with the stone columns out front and the marble walls, floors and ceilings. He quickly found a lengthy line and two tellers open. Of course. Sweets thought to himself. They say to just pop in and drop papers off with the teller. Easier said than done.

Sweets got next in line and was immediately greeted with a rolling baby bottle. The young mother about his age struggled to get it while holding a newborn and keep her curious toddler busy as well.

"I got it." Sweets said picking it up and handing it to her.

"Oh thank you!" She said obviously grateful. Sweets had to smile he could so easily make someone's day.

"You've got your hands full." Sweets said starting a conversation.

"Yeah, I've been at home on maternity leave with these two for a week now. I had to get out of the house, just for a moment. I think it was a bad idea."

"It'll get easier. Lines always make people irritable." Sweets said thinking of how he was trying to repress his own urge to run everyone down and go to the front of the line. He could say it was FBI business but he knew no one would believe him, no one ever believed he was anyway. He decided it would probably take more time to explain that he was an agent than just waiting.

"They said something about a computer glitch." The woman explained in regards to the line.

He tried to make the most of it his time to wait as he picked up the baby bottle a second time.

"I'm so sorry." The mom said accepting it again.

"No problem." Sweets said looking down to see the little boy pulling at his pant leg.

"Hey there." Sweets said in a warm voice.

"Oh Charlie, leave the man's pants alone. You probably have chocolate or something on your fingers." She looked back to Sweets again. "I'm sorry, he's just so friendly, he wants to talk to everyone.

"That's okay, it's good thing, it shows…" Sweets realized he was about to list off a bunch of things she probably didn't care about. "What's your name?"

"Abigail." The mom said at the same time the little boy said "Charlie."

"Oh, sorry, you were talking to him." She said embarrassed.

"It looks like I've got time to get to know everyone." Sweets said smiling and nodding to the line. "What's this little one's name?" Sweets said eyeing the baby in her arms.

"Oh, good question. This is baby no name." She said with a roll of her eyes. "My husband and I can't quite decide."

"Well, it will come, don't worry." Sweets said trying to ease her stresses.

"I'm this many!" The little boy said gaining Sweets attention. He looked down to see the boy was holding up three fingers.

"He just learned this the other day." The mom explained.

"Wow!" Sweets said impressed to the little boy. "That's a big number. You're big kid huh?"

"Yeah and I'm big and can go on the big slide!" He announced proudly. The mom heaved a sigh and Sweets could imagine the conversation that had been had about a big slide and being older to ride it.

"Oh, I think he has your phone." Sweets said motioning to the cell phone the little boy was carrying.

"Oh, it's an old one. We took the battery out and let him play with it. It keeps him busy." The mom explained. Sweets considered how daunting the parenthood must be.

"How many are you?" The little boy asked. Sweets had to laugh, Booth and the Jeffersonian team would try and argue he wasn't much older than the little boy.

"I'm…"

"EVERYONE LISTEN UP!" A loud voice called walking in the door. Sweets defense immediately went up as he knew what was happening.

"YOU'VE GUESSED IT. THIS IS A ROBBERY. BANK EMPLOYEES, PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM YOUR TERMINALS." The man instructed as he advanced in the room. "YOU HAVE NO DOUBT NOTICED THAT YOUR TERMINALS ARE DOWN. THE SECURITY SYSTEM WILL NOT WORK WHICH YOU MAY HAVE GUESSED IS PART OF OUR PLAN. NOW, PLEASE MOVE TO THE CENTER OF THE ROOM…HEY!" The man shouted to an employee with phone in hand. The man raised his gun and shot the man in the chest, killing him instantly. The sound of gasps echoed in the tall ceilings of the old establishment. Both of the men were masked.

"Now." The man began again. "Do I have your attention? Do you see how serious I am?"

Sweets eyed the elderly security guard who was equally as terrified as everyone else. A second man pulled the doors shut and stood guard at them. The bank had a large center with offices in the open around them. The dozen or so employees from there moved to the center around the edge which was like a small fence dividing the desks from the lobby area. He turned to pick up the toddler and escort the young mother holding her baby to the perimeter as well.

"What do we do?" She asked, terrified under her breath.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay." Sweets said the line with such calmness and determination that Abigail instantly believed him. Sweets was glad she was for if everyone kept calm they just might actually be okay. Sweets wasn't going to tell her that was a line he perfected over the years, telling himself it was going to be okay in a series of situations where it truly was not going well. He could be a good liar when he was motivated to be.

"Will they kill us?" Abigail asked again, nervousness growing as she pulled her baby close. Suddenly getting out of the house or waiting in a long line seemed like tiny worries.

"No, they are wearing masks which suggests they do not want to be identified. They've no doubt disabled the cameras so the only ones who can see them now are us and they still haven't removed them." Sweets explained. He hoped they hadn't merely forgotten but as hot and itchy as face asks were, if they wanted to take them off by now they would have he reasoned.

"Where is the bank manager?" The man asked and no one answered. The man shouted the answer and it echoed in the marble lined room.

"He…he…" A quivering voice tried to say. The woman was obviously petrified and Sweets had to admire how brave she was for trying. "He….. had to go to the dentist this morning."

The man let out a series of expletives including one not often heard. Sweets closed his eyes a second trying to place the voice, it had a Cajun accent and a unique dialect.

"What are you doing?" Abigail asked in a whisper, her voice full of concern.

"I think I know that voice. I'm a profiler for the FBI, I've heard that on tape before." Sweets said trying to think of the man's name, several ran thru his mind as he tried to mentally locate the case file in his memory bank. He didn't work on the case much, but Sweets had a knack for remembering things.

"Okay, here is what we are going to do." The masked man continued. My associate here is going to collect all of your phones. Please have them ready for him. You can have them back when we leave. Try anything funny, and you can end up like the teller there."

Another few wimps and moans were heard and Sweets noticed the smile on the man's face when that happened, he enjoyed hearing it.

"Phone!" The man shouted and Sweets looked up. He hadn't realized the associate robber was standing over him, he was busy placing the identity of the first man, Ace Acadia. Sweets remembered the man's name just as the man was taking the broken phone out of the toddler's hand that Sweets was holding. He then moved on to take Abigail's phone and moved on, turning each one off as he went along.

The toddler began to cry that his toy was gone but Sweets quickly got the child's attention to quiet him down. The boy seemed to like Sweets and quickly calmed down. Sweets discreetly reached in his pocket and turned the ringer on his phone down. He knew the danger and the possibilities in still keeping it.

"SHUT UP!" Acadia began to yell at a woman who was crying uncontrollably. He shouted it again and it only made her cry more. The criminal began to get more upset Sweets could see as he reached for his phone. With the desired bank manager absent Sweets could see the situation unraveling. He recalled the case on Acadia and knew he was not a terribly well thought out man. He started his plans that way but he often lost his temper but he had never tried something as big as this, just a string of convenience store robberies.

Acadia reached for his gun as his temper was coming loose.

"Wait!" Sweets said standing up quickly, leaving the toddler at his side. Acadia spun around with his gun near his side. Sweets noticed the other man looked up but then back down again, waiting on orders from Acadia.

"What?! What do you want?" Acadia asked quickly now inches from Sweets.

"I can help. If you stay calm, and if you don't hurt anyone else, I think we can all get what we want." Sweets offered. He was calm when he said it, same as he was when he lied to Abigail, and this time, the lie worked again.

"Okay, okay." Acadia said pleased to have an option.

Sweets knew that Acadia knew enough about enough things to be dangerous. He wasn't dumb, but he wasn't the smartest either. He was short fused and short sighted on plans.

"What are you here for?" Sweets asked and Acadia rolled his eyes.

"I know they've got the stacks of gold bars…"Acadia began and Sweets shook his head disapprovingly.

"You won't be able to unload those. They will be traceable and take you forever. You want the cash in the drawers." Sweets said in a voice as though he were conspiring with them. Which essentially he was, he wanted to gain their trust.

"No man, that's not as much as the gold!"

"Look, the gold you're going to have to take to a guy who will have to melt it down, he'll want a piece of the money just to not turn you in or a piece for his role. But the time you take all that out, your money is dwindling to practically not being worth it." Sweets said and Acadia began to consider this possibility.

"What's it to you man?"

"I just want to see everyone get out of here okay. You can take whatever money you want, the bank is insured, they'll recover, dead people can't do that."

Acadia read Sweets face and this time it wasn't a lie, Sweets was being honest.

"Okay, so tell me your plan." The criminal asked Sweets who suppressed a smile that the roles were reversed.

"Hey Booth what's up?" Angela asked while recreating the image to go on a 548 year old skull.

"I need you to do me a favor. Sweets is late, like twenty minutes late. His phone just rings and goes to voicemail." Booth said turning down his radio. He heard a bit about shots fired and doors locked but it was mostly background noise .

"Well that doesn't sound like him." Angela said.

"No it doesn't. Can you track him?"

"Sure." Angela said feeling suddenly uneasy as she entered in Sweets cell phone number in her software.

"Repeat! Shots fired, hostages suspected…" The voice on the radio continued.

"Do you need to get that Booth?" Angela asked clicking the search button.

"What? No, I checked, they've got a dozen agents headed down there."

"First National at 5th and Broadway… Agents approaching the scene." The voice continued.

"So Angela, did you get anything?" Booth said, he was starting to feel less aggravated and more worried now.

"Well," Angela said staring at the pin point on the screen. "I think the radio operator just beat me to it."